But Why?

It’s a gray world and I feel like I’m tripping in a gray mist, my reality’s slipping, lost in the fog on such a gray day.~Jesse Colin Young

As a child wanders onto life’s stage pure
connection keeps the questions simple, sure
to follow stage directions, learn the script
pursuing knowledge, what’s offered of it.

For those of us who question, clandestine,
from childhood whys the grove felling, the mines,
the greedy parasites rollicking doom,
the tightly woven play leaves little room

to reach the actors, performing now rote
obsessed with buying shoes or a new coat.
Alone I savor vision: pouring rain
greening, ringing, sheening the gray lake. Sane

with all the power earth flows, I’m unplugged.
Can’t tell which way the narrative is drug
today, although I’ll laugh if you say. How
lacking in imagination and tao.

Inspired by: Clandestine, Rollicking, Vision and Savor.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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